It's hard to believe it now, but Andrew Dice Clay was pretty big when he recorded this absolutely terrible concert film in Madison Square Garden back in 1990.Casting himself as a twitchy, chain-smoking, leather-jacketed, misanthropic greaser, "Dice" was the prime exponent of shock stand-up, and his act was aimed at people who find the word "fuck" inherently funny when used as an adjective. The typical Dice "joke" begins as a mean-spirited rant about one of his ex-girlfriends, usually concluding with Dice ordering that bitch to SHUT THE FUCK UP!--an idiotic formula that, in DICE RULES, never fails to please the white-trashy goons in the audience who keep pumping their fists at the camera. Then there are his infamous "Mother Goose" rhymes, which literally sound like the jokes you heard on the playground when you were eight. Tell me if this is funny to you: "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack burned off his fuckin' dick!"
Actually, DICE RULES may have some value as a sociological experiment. Seriously. You may notice that Dice's fans usually don't laugh at his jokes; they cheer at them. I've never seen a stand-up act get the kind of mindlessly rabid reaction that Dice gets when he first strides onto the stage. I'd venture to say that his fans didn't really care for him as a comedian; they liked him as a personality--he was their id come to life. He vocalized all the dark thoughts they'd always had but never dared express in public.In a way, Dice reminds me of Bill Hicks, another famed misanthrope. But Hicks was different. And if you need to ask WHAT makes them different, then you deserve to sit through every second of this 86-minute concert film from hell.